Two Poems by Rebecca Dietrich






New Jersey is My Home

Home is where I feel sand between my toes

And smell freshly made boardwalk funnel cake

Sandcastles are washed away by the tide

Home is where the pine barrens stand tall

Ospreys soar above with their watchful gaze

As wildlife hides within reeds of cattails

Home is where the radio plays Springsteen

As I drive down the Garden State Parkway

To make my way back into your arms

Moving On

I am over the worst of it.

Sorrow no longer calls my name,

But a piece of you remains

Deep inside my heart

As my life continues without you.

Rebecca Dietrich is a writer, photographer, and genocide scholar from the Jersey Shore. Her debut chapbook “Scholar of the Arts and Inhumanities” is set to be published by Finishing Line Press in November 2023. Dietrich’s poetry has been featured in publications by Plumwood Mountain Journal, Making Waves: A West Michigan Review, and Black Spot Books. She is an active member of the Native American and Indigenous Studies Association and the International Association of Genocide Scholars. Dietrich holds a B.A. in Psychology from Stockton University and she is currently studying for her M.A. in Genocide Prevention & Human Security at Keene State College.

Image by Derek Jensen (Tysto), CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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